Marks Ill
"Timmmmmm!" screamed a familiar voice, it was Jill Taylor. Tim tried to hide but he didn't know where to hide. Then he thought 'The backyard'. Tim went out into the backyard and hide behind the trashcan.
Jill came into the living and asked her three boys, Brad, Randy and Mark, "Where's your dad?" "I don't know mum," replied Randy. Brad, Randy and Mark pointed out into the backyard.
Jill was frustrated because of every time she wanted Tim he was always hiding. She opened up the back door and went outside.
"Wilson have you seen Tim?" Jill asked winking.
"No. Sorry neighbour."
"That's O.K." She went over to the trashcan and looked behind it. She saw Tim there.
"Tim get out from there."
"WHAT!" shouted Tim.
"Come into the house." They went into the house.
"Take the kids to the Lions versus the Pistons."
"O.K." Tim looked puzzled. "Why do you want me to take them to the game, not like I'm complaining?"
"Well, a few of my friends are coming over and I don't want you and the boys in the house to make a mess and muck about. So I got you and the boys four tickets for the game."
"PLEASE dad. Can we go?" asked Brad.
"Yeah please dad." Randy and Mark asked together.
"Yeah of course." Brad, Randy and Mark were excited.
"Go get ready guys." The boys and Tim went upstairs and got ready.
Ding-dong Jill answered the door.
"Hi." It was Heidi from Tool Time.
"Hi. Your early." said Jill.
"I thought that I would help you get the boys out of the house."
"Your right Tim is a kid. But don't worry the boys are going to a baseball game."
"O.K. Well in that case do you want some help with the house?"
"Yeah. Look over there. Look at the mess."
"Well that's pigs for you," answered Heidi. Jill and Heidi started to laugh.
"COME ON!" shouted the boys.
"Lets go guys."
"See you."
"See ya Jill. Heidi? Want you doing here?"
"I am here to see Jill, have a good game."
"See you," said Brad, Randy and Mark. They grabbed their fingers and set off to the game. They got into the car and went to the game.
"Who are playing today dad?" asked Mark.
"It's the Lions versus the Pistons."
"COOL!" shouted Brad and Randy.
"Dad pull over please. QUICK." exclaimed Mark.
"Why?" asked Tim.
"I am going to be sick."
"O.K." Tim pulled over. Mark jumped out of the car and threw up.
"Dad. I want to go to the game but I don't think I can."
"So does that mean you want to go home?"
"Yes please." Tim turned round and went home.
"Hi Mark. Are you O.K? You look pale."
"Mum, dad had to pull over and I threw up."
"Omg. Go up to bed. I will be up in a minute."
"O.K mum," Mark went upstairs and laid down on his bed. He felt really bad. He was looking forward to the game so much. It had to be today that he got ill.